After having run out of excuses for not visiting, Bess had finally accepted an invitation for an afternoon tea. Alice had prepared some finger foods a...propriate for the occasion. Betsy, anxious to make a good impression on her neighbor, was running around the house checking and double-checking that all was ready for the woman’s visit. She had popped into the kitchen so many times that Alice told her that she’d throw everything away if she didn’t stop pestering her.There was a sigh of relief. He normally was a safe driver and would never do anything risky and he did that the week before. She had him basically wrapped around her finger.He didn't get a call from Liz that night and he was doing catch up work on his project that he didn't get a chance to call her. The next day Liz would have class all day and he would be at work. When he got to work he had a visitor waiting for him, Liz was sitting in a seat next to where he always sat. She was wearing a shirt that had a very low back,. Life is like a helicopter. I don’t know how to operate a helicopter.Chocolate is God’s way of telling us he likes us a little bit chubby.It’s probably my age that tricks people into thinking I’m an adult.Marriage Counselor: Your wife says you never buy her flowers. Is that true?Him: To be honest, I never knew she sold flowers.Never sing in the shower! Singing leads to dancing, dancing leads to slipping, and slipping leads to paramedics seeing you naked. So, remember ... Don’t sing!My wife asked. After the brief meeting, I never saw him again.”“Perhaps Wilton passed on something besides information,” Margaret said.Margaret’s voice was soothing to Doc and she let him drift in the fantasy she wove. For a moment, he forgot they were both pushing retirement—him a little harder than her—and saw her as they had been thirty years earlier, ready to dream and believe.“Margaret, are you a believer?”“You know better than that, Phillip. I’m a wisher. I wish it were all true. I wish the goddess was.